Plausible
Plot twists down slinky pole
Like ivy gone wild
Parched dry stone wall

Tips stretch limbs
A divining stick
Precious lick of droplet
Curtain falls

Cool shower soothes
Sting of unseasonal
Summer burst
How to say, thirsty, is all

Ivy, though clinging,  choking kind
Something renaissance about it
Ivy league, why?

Look down from chest to feet
All that hides between 
Not so incongruous are we?
Tower bell strikes harmoniously

Synonym of ceremony
Meringue gown falls
Layers of royal icing kind
Not my style anymore

Since dawn erupted 
Relentlessly upon eyelids
Call to arms silenced
Love does a number on us all

Down to only one
Sound the gong